Weak-willed toys

Two fluffy dragons were flying over a forest engulfed in fog. The crowns of coniferous trees rose from the whitish haze, as if from liquid, swirling snowdrifts. It smelled of damp, pine trees and fresh wind. “Winter has already captured Our city once…” one of the dragons, black with an orange stripe, thought. Another answered him - a dark gray with a white belly and scarlet tips of mane and feathers: “But now it's not winter, it's fog. It's almost impossible to see where to land. The best place to hide a missing item.” They fell silent, saying nothing to each other. And were words needed? The dampness was in the air, and there was a long, and perhaps completely useless search ahead. Heruset - that was the name of the dark gray male - was in complete disarray. He didn’t treat his companion too well, and the very idea of searching irritated him extraordinarily. But what could he do, he had to pay off old debts. A cold north wind blew, involuntarily raising the fur on the back of the dragons' necks. Heruset cringed at his outburst and shuddered. “Don't you think this area is suspicious?” He asked the dark dragon. “Maybe we’d fly out and explore?’ He pricked up his ears and looked down, looking for something unusual, to which Zorath chuckled. “On the surface, you won't see beyond the scope. This fog blocks the vision. But we won't find anything upstairs. The main thing is not to land on the Vlana water.” Heruset shuddered at the name of the evil lake, despite all his bravery. But he quickly regained his proud posture - let Zorath think that he was just chilled in the wind. It's less embarrassing... And you can admit it. - We will definitely not find the cause of the trouble in the air. Therefore, descend," Heruset ordered, himself descending into the swirling, hanging drops in the air. Once in the suspension, Heruset shuddered again. And again from fear of the unknown. He wouldn’t have flown in these places even in the days of his power, let alone today. But to pass next to Zorath - no way! This upstart must understand who is in front of him! “Are you flying or are you going to wait here?” he asked. "I may be a Fool, but I'll be a smart guy," Zorath snorted, overcoming his dislike for the old enemy. Inanna, who had reconciled them, who was the cause of Heruset's prolonged death, was now absent and could not bark at the males. And if it were, would it be? The fog greatly obscured the sounds, made the soft rustles and splashes louder, and the distinct voices quieter. "So stay a cowardly fool," Heruset snorted angrily and swooped down, disappearing into the fog. Spreading his wings wide and barely flapping them, so as not to attract attention, he moved through the fog, folding his front paws under his chest and stretching out his hind legs. Heruset plopped into the water unexpectedly - he didn’t manage to level his flight before the surface began to darken under him. But at least he was able to slow down to limit himself to landing on his stomach in unexpectedly warm water, from which fumes rose. Judging by the splash slightly to the side, Zorath also landed. Although it might not have been him - who knows what was splashing in the waters of this lake? Heruset tried to take off, but the wet wings did not obey the owner well, not wanting to obey him. “I flew over…’ whispered the dragon, looking around and feeling his fingers tremble, despite the warmth of the water, which stirred the fur on his chest, stomach and waved the tassel. He rolled over onto his back and tried to calm down. I didn't want to go down yet! After all, the water didn't seem special to him, and it was better to get out of trouble with a clear mind and without unnecessary movements. He couldn’t't see Zorath on the surface - he probably got stuck and went to the bottom! The dragons, trapped in the dark depths of the waters, didn’t even guess what, or even who, was waiting for them there. The males felt the waves ripple on the thin film of water and literally began to pull them into the lake, as if someone was controlling it. Someone great, big and powerful. The one that makes everyone in this area tremble. Even the fish that had been splashing nearby recently disappeared into the depths and no longer looked out, as if afraid of an unknown phenomenon. Heruset, in a panic, moved his wings, which seemed to be gripped by an unknown force and did not want to obey their master. In fear, he resisted and began to flounder violently. He decided to swim to shore, but to no avail. He was being pulled into the depths. “I can't break the spell!” The cry of his friend-enemy reached Heruset's ears. Hoping to hear Zorath, the male thought that it would become easier, more reliable, but the meaning of the words killed all hopes. “Do something!” The formerly overbearing, but now frightened and helpless male barked, feeling himself being turned into an upright position. ‘Help me!!!” Floundering with all his might, paddling with wings and tail, tearing upward, Heruset could only barely keep his head above the swirling lake, while it licked his shaggy cheeks and beard, scattering smooth long strands of mane over its surface. It seemed that the water rebelled against the dragons who had disturbed the serene peace of the lake, and now it was fiercely avenging them for such unceremoniousness. Heruset squeezed his eyes shut from the wave that rolled into his muzzle, which splashed a bunch of drops into him, hitting the muzzle of the male. He snorted and sneezed, twitching his tail and cursing this unlucky flight! Dragon's head finally sank into the water, leaving behind a line of air bubbles rushing up. He squeezed his eyes shut and began to kick, trying to somehow get out of the abyss. But all his actions were in vain, he only sank deeper. But he didn’t want to put up with the fact that he would die here and now, following Zorath, who never appeared next to him. Only the gray one had time to ask a question about him, when he suddenly started violently, feeling something unusual at his foot, some kind of tentacle that slowly but carefully wrapped around his limb, starting to drag him lower and lower to the bottom. Everything was against him that day. And he was ready to swear that if he survived (and he was least sure of that), he’d reconsider his worldview at the root. Therefore, the shock that came over him made him slightly open his mouth, and merciless water got into his mouth. The air burst through the teeth, crumbling into many bubbles from their sharpness. A whole bunch of iridescent balls flashed before the multicolored eyes - silver-gray and golden-yellow. Some of the bubbles got stuck in the mane, and some reached the surface, disappearing into the humid air - as if they had never happened. As well as the two males, of whom there was no trace... Zorath was no better now -Heruset could see the silhouette of his unreliable comrade just above himself. The dragon, mumbling strangled and grinning menacingly, tried to fend off those almost invisible appendages in the darkness of the depths that entwined its paws. But a slight stirring on the sole, a feeling like a snake crawling from ankle to knee, leisurely wrapping around the shin, reminded the male that he himself was in danger. He tried to escape from this trap once more, but the strong movement of the male only led to the fact that the "snake" suddenly entangled his paw and shrank to the point of pain, pulling the male down, somewhere to the bottom. Heruset tried to twist around and reach the enemy with his claws and teeth, but then the second "snake" slid between the flight feathers of his right wing up to his shoulder, covering the entire wing in its black spiral. This ticklish sensation made the dragon giggle, but he stubbornly kept his mouth shut, trying to keep the remaining air in his lungs. If it was destined to die, then he had to die with honor. Inspired by these thoughts, Heruset began to jerk even harder and bit with sharp claws the hated tentacle, which shamelessly wanted to wrap around his waist. It seemed that the lake creature growled hollowly, and raised up about five more of its tentacles, which made the gray one retreat in horror. Now he soberly realized that he wouldn’t be able to get away with it so easily... The dragon squeezed his eyes shut, feeling one of the soft tentacles gently "stroked" his leg, gradually moving to the inner side of his thigh... And then the drowned man's heart began to beat faster. This made the stuffiness creep up to consciousness more clearly, enveloping the dragon's brains with its own tentacles - weightless and light, sedate, but inexorable. A mist seemed to swirl behind the ribs, similar to the one that now hovered over the water, only warm, like the depths warmed up during the day. A pair of appendages wrapped around the wrists of the male in a pair of weak but reliable coils, and spread their paws to the sides, as if the dragon spread his arms. No matter how he strained his muscles, did not tear himself, he could only resist the power over himself a little. But in order to break the proud dragon even more, the flexible limbs of the unknown creature that pulled the wings together poked the tips, like a hairless tail, into the armpits of the fluffy one. Those tentacles that tightened the thin but sinewy wrists circled the palms of the clawed forelegs, which entwined the hind ones along the curve from the heels to the long fingers. Another tentacle gently and carefully stroked the only slightly protruding belly near the navel, then ruffled the slightly thicker fur under it. Zorath was no better off. The black-and-red one was spinning in a cluster of black tentacles that were rapidly entangling his body. Having lost control of himself, Zorath also lost his protection - his wings, wrists and ankles had already been pulled off by black ribbons, straightening his convulsively shaking limbs and revealing the dragon's long and thick tentacles. Several bubbles flew out of Zorath's mouth when the tentacle lay on his stomach, touching the penis that began to move out from such caresses, and then slowly crept forward, pressing down on Zorath's rod and getting to his throat. The dragon arched his chest, but could not oppose anything to the brazen tentacle, which finally stopped on his chest and began to undulate lower, affecting the testicles and column of the male. Out of the corner of his mind, Heruset realized that he was dealing with nav. And this prospect certainly did not suit him. On the contrary, it was terrifying. Usually you can't handle such a monster alone, you need an army. And he's still counting on survival. Ha! Ridiculous! These thoughts were immediately interrupted by a sharp pain at the tip of his tail, which shot through his sinuous body like a current. The dragon realized that he had reached the bottom, and nav deliberately pushed a huge stone onto his lush tail, not giving the victim the slightest chance to swim to the surface. It's like being trapped... Heruset was tied to the bottom of the lake, and there wasn’t the slightest chance that he would swim out. If he had any thoughts at this critical moment, it was only one: to tear off the tail pinned down by a large stone by force. He didn’t want to do this, but circumstances and the desire to survive simply forced him. Desperately twisting his paws under him, he literally tried to pull out his tail, while one of the tentacles tightly wrapped around him reached his groin, forcing the victim to relax carelessly. The tentacle slowly passed over the cherished place protected by wet fur and touched the trunk, which made Heruset wine from this not so pleasant feeling. He only looked away to see how his companion was doing. And he regretted it, because he was definitely not happy about such a sight. Zorath enjoyed how sharply the tentacle moved along the trunk. The dragon threw back its head, exposing its neck, which is why one of the tentacles reached out to her, clearly wanting to embrace her. But not pulling and showering, but simply twining his neck - long and fluffy - and then stroking his ears, nose, chin... Zorath growled through pleasure, tried to bite nav, but he immediately wrapped his mouth in a living muzzle, as punishment for his obstinacy, quickly winding the tip of his much longer and more flexible appendage over the penis. Tickled by the monster, Zorath stopped giving the impression of an adult, age-wise dragon. Rather, a cub - timid, but excitable. Squealing and gurgling, the striped male writhed no worse than tentacles, often and with intent rubbing against something that exposed itself to his organ. From this, even through the stuffiness, Heruset's soul was roused - they both ran out of air, felt dizzy, and their bodies reacted to their killer like a female with her tail up! Wanting to prolong the torments of the captives, the monster of the lake led them to each other and pressed them, wrapping tentacles around both bodies moaning from disbelief. The proximity of the heated Zorath really affected Heruset like a beautiful female - even without the pressure of the ubiquitous tentacles, he tried to snuggle closer to the dragon, and Zorath, in turn, tried to pull away - and as a result, he was only pressed closer to the male. Moaning, both dragons twitched, and everything for them mixed together - the stuffiness, the tentacles and the closeness between both, from which Heruset's ears shyly pressed down, and Zorath, despite the tickling, spread the fingers of his hind and front paws wide. The cunning nav, nicknamed Draykor by the creatures living nearby, only enjoyed the spectacle, which he arranged for himself. Two dragons in his power, and even without a chance to break free! Just a feast! One cold tentacle wrapped around Zorath's erect penis, and the other lay on Heruset's organ, which was still not fully aroused and was still thinking soberly. He was still trying to pull his tail off, and the pain was muffling all the other feelings that were boiling inside him. Then nav made a kind of disappointed sound and squeezed gray hard, which made the male squeal and almost brought tears to his eyes. He wanted to scream, wanted to vent all the emotions that overwhelmed him: pain, anger, hatred... But he couldn't, because the water would quickly flood his lungs without even letting him squeak. Loosening his grip a little, nav pushed the tip of the tentacle along the swollen trunk, exposing the rod to its full length, despite how much the dragon did not want it. They are literally raped him and fucked him against his will! And he marveled at how easily his fellow sufferer had given up. When he gets out, he will hand him over as the weakest and most irresponsible idiot, so that he will finally be kicked out of his position. Yes, even when he was on the verge of death, the gray dragon couldn’t get rid of thoughts of overthrowing his enemies. Meanwhile, Zorath just resigned himself to everything that was happening and enjoyed how the tentacle of the Draykor moved over his head, collecting drops of lubricant, smearing it on a large trunk. It was the most damn wonderful feeling he had ever experienced! And he didn't care what a monster did to him at the bottom, who wanted to kill and strangle him... You can't breathe enough before you die. And Zorath, who had lost his will, was suffocating faster than his partner. His stomach was already contracting almost in time with his penis, streams of air were coming out more often, thicker - and his eyes were glassy. Heruset was torn apart by the horror of this sight. Zorath was dying, enjoying the shame, surrendering himself to nav... He shouldn't have ended your life like that! Heruset, struggling with the carbon dioxide thickening in his lungs, tried to dive deeper so that the stone would fall off, but the tentacles quickly met the dragon and stopped him, tickling him under the scrotum, in the stomach, leading behind the cheeks, along the flexible paws. And then Zorath's brush whipped the tip of the gray-white male's rod. He roused himself from the tickling, trying to clamp his paws over his mouth before he loudly mocked his entire supply of lungs. The cock became straight and hard, like a tree, and whined for attention... The tentacles immediately provided for him, stroking him slowly and affably. Hitherto, Heruset, pinned down by a stone, had only to surrender. He didn't want to, no! But he had to, because he no longer saw the slightest chance of liberation or survival. His bent tail ached very much, making it clear that the bones in it were definitely broken, and in order to drown out this heartbreaking pain, the winged one decided to try to succumb to nav. And I was not mistaken in my calculations. The creature's actions affected him like a painkiller. The tentacles moved unquestioningly along the dick of Heruset, passing through the wreaths swollen on the trunk. Draykor realized that his victims were completely under his control, and wrapped several more tentacles around them, isolating them from any unnecessary movement. He pushed the two dragons as close as possible, pushing their chests together. Heruset stared doubtfully into his partner's glazed eyes and was horrified. He was almost neither alive nor dead. One appendage wrapped around their members and began to move up and down them at the same time, bringing each of the victims to discharge. Zorath, if he felt these touches, did not realize it - he was shaking too much, the grimace on his face was too terrible. But Heruset's body also began to give in to him. Bubbles passed through the mouth freely, without asking, and for a moment some got stuck in Zorath's beard. His limbs were twitching not only from tickling, but also from the roasting heat, which the water would soon extinguish. Zorath, not understanding what he was doing, fought back weaker, already pushing back more. His paws, however, didn’t hit the tentacles, but Heruset's chest, or lightly scratched his waist, while stroking his fingers. Draykor, admiring such unconscious caresses and humiliating the males even more, tightly wove both organs with one of his tentacles, tying two twigs with a flexible vine. Heruset, led by nav to another male, poked the tip into the thick and very soft fur on Zorath's pubis... It was very hot there, but not as fiery as on his scrotum, which hit the end in the flutter of an agonizing dragon. It seemed that they were about to come, pouring out together, but no. Nav had other plans. Lifting a few more tentacles up to the waiting dragons, he alternately put the tips of the tentacles under their anus. Heruset watched in amazement. But he immediately closed his eyes from the fact that the tentacle began to slowly knead his sphincter. It was the same with Zorathh. Death should have enveloped him any minute, but he was still showing signs of life. And when he felt the tentacle abruptly enter him, he lifted his chest and slightly opened his mouth so as not to scream. Heruset shook his head sadly. Now it's his turn. Resigned, he clenched his sharp teeth, waiting for the creature to enter him as well. But... Unexpectedly! this did not happen. He opened his eyes and saw only how Zorath was being tormented by Draykor. As if reading Heruset's darkest thoughts, nav presented him with a spectacle in which he almost kills his friend-enemy with his tortures. But being already on the verge, Heruset did not acquire strong moral satisfaction. However, if you die, then with pleasure. Heruset threw back his neck, and, completely losing control of himself, leaned towards the tentacles and moved into them. Such abrupt movements rapidly brought the male closer to discharge, especially rubbing against the trunk of the partner, who arched his entire length, crunching the vertebrae of his back. Zorath's movements, in turn, became even weaker. The front ones on Heruset's chest and the back ones, which rose to his hips and waist, only slowly, and only occasionally jerkily, stroked, as if outlining the figure of another dragon... And trying to help him get there. Of course, this was not really the case - Zorath had almost become a body, he could not do something of his own free will. His rolled-up eyes, very small bubbles from his mouth, and the general detachment on his muzzle gave away his condition too much. A little more and Zorath will inhale the water... Heruset almost rushed to meet him... To clamp a friend's mouth with a kiss. But the enemy is in this friend... There was more. And shame, along with honor, won at the last moment, stopping Heruset in mid-movement. Only the penis poked tighter into the hollow between Zorath's stomach and pubis, and the penis of that, soft and hard, rubbed the testicles of another male. Dancing, kicking his paws, flapping his wings, spinning on someone else's organ, almost wanting to sit on it... So the tentacles that stirred the fur on the sensitive skin, and drowning, exhausted the proud male before... The moist taste of death on the tongue, and death itself, gradually, as if preparing to jump, thickened in exhausted lungs, squeezing the last bubbles through the mouth and even the nostrils. Zorath's cock was so seductively close to gray's tight hole, which is why the dark one almost entered it. Heruset gave in to him, moving. The tentacles were turned over to him, and the dragon himself tried to actively move on the partner's penis, trying to bring himself to discharge in this way, since the tentacles of nava were not enough for him to achieve orgasm. Exposing his neck to the tentacles that immediately wrapped around her, Heruset tried to moan. The pain in the tail instantly disappeared, and in its place came the pleasant feeling of how the tip of the penis of a half-dead comrade bumps into the prostate with each deep movement, causing extraordinary pleasure in Heruset. Such rhythmic movements generated a cocktail of pain and pleasant sensations, which made Heruset almost open his mouth, trying not to howl from the rush. What was happening, and these feelings he had never experienced. And so, like a firework, having reached complete bliss, the gray dragon poured out, leaving traces of white droplets of sperm in the dark water. Zorath poured out after him, filling his partner with his hot seed from the inside. He closed his eyes, rolled his eyes, and opened his mouth, feeling the water fill his lungs out of the corner of his mind. But the pleasure of orgasm was strong and lasting - it drowned out the pain, leaving only the heaviness of sadness about the inglorious, unknown death in the tentacles of nava... and in the arms of a close dragon. Water flooded his lungs, gushing down his throat, but Heruset smiled, lowering his eyelids, trying to just fall asleep, calming down after the fiery sex... Forever united with Zorath in the depths of the lake. Not by his own will, but by the will of Drakor.